The Bard

Shall I write for you

A great ballad

Of romance true

Or recite you poems

Of battles, great and epic

Request all hearts

Great Lord and Lady

For your pleasure

Fills the Bard's plate

Your long laughter

Your sad tears

Both fill his cup

And line his purse

Turn him not away

Great Lord and Lady

He wishes to sup

On the whims

Of your joyous soul

So request sweet

Gentle Lady

So call loud

Good Lord

The Bard wishes to

Sup with you this night